The Old German Tale Says:

The old German tale says:

In the very beginning of all times, Snow longed for a colour to be whole. In its adoration of all the flowers' coulours, it aspired one of them would share their own colour with the Snow. However, the flowers too proud, finding the Snow cold and harsh, did not like it to be the same colour as themself. After all the failed search, the disappointed Snow was at last seen by a little humble flower. Her hope and sympathy gifted the Snow its significant white colour and in return the Snow swore a place and no harm of its sharp crystals to the kind maiden. Ever since, the Snow and the Snowdrop in their grace, together bring a new beginning.

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guess who finished reading a book after year and a half... bid farewell till after another year add or brb in a week, you know, depends

my favorite part of hamlet is when they see the ghost for the first time and they’re like “horatio should go talk to it because he went to college so he’s probably the best qualified out of all of us” because that’s exactly how me and my friends would make that decision as well

“WRITE IT BADLY. Write it badly, write it badly, write it badly, write it badly. Stop what you’re doing, open a Word document, put a pencil on some paper, just get the idea out of your head. Let it be good later. Write it down now. Otherwise it will die in there.”

— Brandon Sanderson on overcoming writer’s block to create a first draft as a professional author (via almost-always-eventually-right)

If I had the slightest discipline in me I’d be unstoppable

And so here I sleep

in the whirlwinds of the day.

Far away.

My mind wonders though the forests, over the mountains and there where the ocean gently hits the cliffs;

where you hold my hand unashamed, longing gravely for my presence, speaking bravely of what terrifies.

My blood pouring out in tears of sorrow, over hyacinths and there where the safe land's severed into rifts.

Deep away

in my imagination

to which I am a prey.

Emily Yvonne, Away